"Master... Master..." A very weak voice came from deep within the vine tunnel, sounding like that of a seven- or eight-year-old child.
The vibrant green vines before her also stretched out their tender-looking tendrils, gently resting them against Leng Zhuxin as they tugged her inward with a very soft force.
Sensing no hostility from these green vines, Leng Zhuxin did not resist, allowing their strength to guide her inside.
Chapter 30